Nothing indicates spring more around my house than my annual spring purge of no-longer-needed items. I love a good purge. I hate clutter and love to simplify – by cutting down on all the stuff, I’m simplifying life in my own little way.
I’ve never been one to hold on to every single thing. I know people who don’t like to get rid of anything. To each his/her own, but I don’t get it. I actually feel great when I clear out a little junk. I might even have a slight buzz when I look at bins that have been pared down and organized within an inch of their existence. I find getting rid of stuff (meaning junk I don’t need or never did) exhilarating. I’m definitely not a knick-knacky kind of girl – whatever the word is for anti-hoarding, is probably a good word for me.
Of course, my definition of stuff (see above) and other people in this households version of stuff is very different. Take, for example, my kids. All week I’ve been cleaning out closets and storage rooms. They’ve been on high alert, code orange, eyes wide open…Essentially, they’ve set up camp just outside the playroom intending to protect those broken Barbie dolls and puzzles with missing pieces. They need it and play with them all the time – so they tell me.
I’m trying to be respectful of their things. I don’t want them to think that whenever they turn around I’ll be scheming to get rid of some of their “stuff” – even if I will be.